Kiara.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped into the photography studio. The air in the studio smelled of sweat and the metallic kick of the ring lights.
It was my first day here… but I already felt all eyes on me. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag as I felt their eyes still locked on me.
I felt uneasy on my first day… I wondered how I was going to get along with them for the entire week.
Bruno, the owner of the studio… tall, broad-shouldered, and with a no-nonsense demeanor… smiled at me from behind the camera. His blue eyes roamed over my body as if weighing me.
“You are late,” he purred, adjusting the strap of his camera. “I forgive you this time… you will be sent back next time you come late… I love punctuality.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, my voice firm. “My car
